Tiny diamonds bedazzle the skyAs the moon look to the Earth with its eyeOver lost trinkets, toys and tossed sixpenceWater rushes in a bed just past this fenceThe wind causes the willow to dance as it weepsWhile the bear snores softly as it sleepsRain falls deep within the abysmal trenchOwls hoot in the tree tops so highAsking "Who's there?" but the answer is nighBack towards town, the ball begins to commenceLadies dancing with a few worthy gentsThrough the woods, a deer, it creepsWhile others lie awake counting sheepsThis is the view from this rusty old bench

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